Snippet #2558438

Zaldir sighed when the woman interrupted his train of thought and responded to her first inquiry. "No, I was just browsing around for something to buy for, how you say, 'nice things wise'." He stated as he turned his attention to the group of orcs exiting the tavern either drunk or dazed as they headed towards a camp settled at the outskirts of the village. Zaldir knew this possibly meant raiders. He hated raiders, bandits, and anything related to those terms, he gently rubbed the metal covering on the tip of his left ear, the one that covered the pointed end up to the fitting around the earlobe.

He only rubbed it to remind himself of why he lived in the woods, and the circumstances thereof. A red Cardinal landed on his shoulder and chirped at him as if trying to talk to him. It snapped him out of the reverie as he looked at the bird. "Thank you good Cardinal, I am surprised you of all birds remembered my 125th is today. Seeing as you like to mess with my hunts. Now go bug those Orcs, I'm trying to buy myself a present."

With that the bird flew off in a slight chirp of surprise as Zaldir chuckled at it's antics.